Entropic eyes see beginnings a line

So fine
the curves deep winding, coolest blues I’ve never seen such a fool
of slowly dying hues which move to a tune unseen but believed
they wonder, am I free as they slide to a cry called death catch your breath, and dive in the sky yellow greens they are alive
touch her eyes…
resting head on warm thigh
never find, now is time
disintegrating why, drunk on age a skipping sign
i do not know, i am not wise
i live just here, with all my sighs